[i][/i][i][/i][center][color=f26522][b][Will Sampson]
[Jack St. -> Fisson St.][/b][/color]
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[Will] is the red circle.
[color=ed1c24]2 Paths to Ennerdale Street/RPD:[/color]
[u]1. [Alleyway (Long-Path), north-west]: Abandoned, dark alleyway
2. [Corpses on Ground, north-east]: traverse the trail of corpses without waking them up[/u] [/hider][/center]

[color=f26522][i]"[Cable], check.[Red, Blue & Green Herbs], check. [Weapon], unchecked.[/i][/color]" Will patted himself down as he looked through his Inventory in preparation for the [Mission]. Before taking a final gulp of air and entering the fray, Will addressed the crowd:
[color=f26522][i]"Last chance to change your minds guys..."[/i][/color] as he pushed open the double-bolted oaken doors of [Jack's Bar]. The smell of burned tire rubber and metal permeated the cool, night air; Raccoon City was a burning pile of wreckage and the [u]2 city blocks[/u] to [Ennerdale Street] would be littered with obstacles.  

The handful of survivors began their descent into the night, first heading north-east towards [Fisson Street.] Will was on high-alert, and peeped around every corner, before finally walking onto the street and immediately wedged himself between two vehicles. Will felt safest between two cars, his front and back both secured, Will dreaded moving. Each time Will rose, he surveyed the street to locate the next hiding spot and inched closer and closer to Fisson Street. They traveled just a few inches, before ducking once more, only stopping the laborious process when they came upon burning debris. You wonder if the flames are getting more intense, or if there is just more burning wreckage here than a block ago. September's brisk autumn wind only fanned the flames, spreading embers and tiny coals that stung Will's skin like razorblades. Will's arm hair was singed off immediately by flying tiny embers, as Will covered his face behind his own forearm, to shield himself from the spray of embers. Nope, the raging inferno was definitely raging harder here, and Will's newly-hairless arms were a strong indicator of that.

[color=f26522][i]"I gotta keep moving,"[/i][/color] Will said while keeping his eyes shielded with his slightly burned arms. The group hugged the walls close to the storefronts, and ducked in-between cars whenever possible. Every movement was [i]slow[/i] and methodical when travelling with a group, and Will's rhythm of moving, ducking & moving again, ensured nobody lagged behind too much. Occasionally the group would happen upon the still-burning wreckage of an diesel truck and would have to take the long way around, Will wondered if [Bigby's] truck was among the wreckage.

Even worse than the burning metal and noxious fumes, were the piles of twitching corpses strewn throughout the road to [Fisson St.] Some of the corpses were pink and raw from severe burns, and others were crimson from their own blood. All of the laying bodies twitched periodically, evidently the remaining electrical-impulse in a dead body's spinal cord was still enough to cause their muscles to contract after death. Fortunately, the bodies looked very much dead, in the classic definition of the word. Still, the periodic twitching and jolting of corpses, disgusted Will.

[color=f26522]"Dead things shouldn't move,"[/color] Will muttered under his breath, as he crouch-walked in between two SUVs. Their [u]path to Fisson Street was BLOCKED by this handful of twitching corpses.[/u] Thinking on his feet, Will poked his head out from between the two SUVs to survey the landscape: 
[color=f26522][Will:]"Hmm...that [Alleyway] is the long-way around and will add another whole block to our travel-time, but fuck it, at least there's no trail of dead people."[/color]

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[center][color=indianred][b][Alleyway][/b][/color][/center]

[color=f26522][i]"There's only a few of us here, I don't like the odds if those twitching creeps start waking up. Maybe if I had a gun to protect myself like Ol' Jack. Call me a coward, but slow-and-safe beats quick-and-dangerous - I'm taking the fucking [Alleyway]."[/i][/color] and with that Will used his tactic of 'hiding between cars and sprinting to the next vantage point' until he reached the part of the [b][u][Alleyway] that turned north-west and away from [Fisson Street][/u][/b] 

Raccoon City blocks were not long, but the streets were wide, seeing as the city itself was a transit center for truckers and shipping businesses. The [Alleyway] was narrow, wide-enough only for a single column of people, much like the one that was headed towards the [Raccoon Police Department] right now. Trash, but thankfully no corpses, littered the cramped alleyway, and the screams of civilians sounded more and more distant. The alleyway was quiet...too quiet. Will occasionally had to move a garbage bin out of the way, to make room for the survivors in his group. He hoped these strangers had his back. Will began huffing and puffing, moving garbage was tiring work. A few crates stacked heavy with magazines blocked the alleyway, so Will fell back slightly and allowed his teammates to assist in unblocking the passageway onto Fisson Street. The alleyway itself exited on the far side of Fisson, bypassing the trail of corpses. From there, it was only one block north towards [b][Ennerdale Street][/b], and the [color=00aeef][b][Raccoon Police Department][/b][/color] entrance would be right there, greeting them. Hopefully, the station was still guarded by policemen, but Will did not intend to stay in the precinct long. The alleyway itself was unlit, but streetlamps could be seen several yards in the distance (or was that more flame, lighting the night sky?) as the alleyway's exit and [right-turn onto Fisson Street] became visible.

Will began a slow sprint towards the street, but the nearer he got to the street, the louder the sounds of his own footsteps became. Louded and faster, Will heard more footsteps, faster than any [i]person[/i] could run. Will stopped dead in his tracks, the other survivors almost crashed into Will's back from the sudden stop. 

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[i][quote]The team hears a low growl, followed by even faster footsteps...First they hear the panting, then rapid footsteps. Then they hear a snarl, and more footsteps...it's getting closer now. Finally, the crazed canine bursts into the alleyway from the street, barking menacingly at the survivors. The dog's face was obscured in blood and it bared its teeth, which were covered in foam and something else you'd rather not think about. Sniffing the air, the canine hones-in on his targets and approaches without fear...The hellhound leaps through the air and into the crowd...[/quote][/i]
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[center][img]https://orig00.deviantart.net/182c/f/2012/306/5/c/resident_evil_zombie_dog_by_tigertarget-d5jrma0.png[/img][/center]
[b][color=ed1c24][Canine: HP 30/30][/color][/b]
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[color=39b54a][Will: HP 100/100][/color]
[Canine: HP 30/30] pounces at the first person in the alleyway [-15 HP], pinning Will to the floor. The hound's unnatural strength, prevents Will from getting off, although he begins thrashing and punching [-5 HP] the beast in the face. The hound's skull split open further, but the canine did not seem to notice (or mind), continuing to snap its jaw at Will.
[color=f7941d][i]"GAHHH, [u]HELP[/u] GET THIS FUCKING THING OFF ME!"[/i][/color], barely a scratch, Will kept telling himself, but he appeared to be struggling.

[b][color=39b54a][Will: HP 85/100][/color]
[color=ed1c24][Canine: HP 25/30][/color][/b]
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